The background: Blimey, a new band! Remember them? You know, before the girl-rush ... bands: they've usually got a guitarist, a bassist, a drummer and a singer. That's the most conventional format. Billy Boy On Poison, a four-piece from Los Angeles with a Clockwork Orange-inspired name and the first act to be signed to the UK offshoot of Geffen Records, don't actually have a permanent bass player but they are a pretty conventional rock outfit. Or rather, rawk: this is glam boogie and riff'n'roll so referential and steeped in rebel convention it makes Oasis sound like magical exponents of some new futuristic, shiny hybrid of krautrock and grime.

Every so often a band come along and promise, threaten even, to bring scuzzy glamour and outlaw allure back to rock'n'roll, to restore it to first principles, if by first principles you mean Bowie as Ziggy, Bolan and the New York Dolls. Like Manic Street Preachers and Guns N' Roses before them, Billy Boy On Poison don't avoid rock cliches, they've absorbed every last one and now they're ready to spit them back out. Their debut album is called Drama Junkie Queen, fergawdsake! Frontboy Davis Leduke is so into the formula he's got a song called Angry Young Man and at one point sings the line, "Your parents just don't understand", although it's conceivable he's being ironic. Every last signifier of wild-oneness since the advent of rock'n'roll is here, from Leduke's mannered white-boy yelp, with its shades of Jagger, Johansen and Julian (Casablancas), to the routinely raucous attack of the players, given an extra sheen for maximum radio play, not that polished AOR gets much of a look in these days. Even the lyrics ring bells: on Four Leaf Clover, a tale of suburban family breakdown, dad hits the bottle, mum's in the kitchen staring vacantly into the middle distance, sis is a shrink's worst nightmare and our hero's sitting bored in front of the box – don't tell us, 57 channels and nothin' on.

You want to hate BBOP, you really do. Problem is, they go and spoil it all by doing what they do so well. Of the five tracks we've heard, Angry Young Man is boogie so louche it makes you want to grow a beard and drink Jack Daniel's, Four Leaf Clover is a slow-burning epic and On My Way is a statement of intent to rival Noel G's Rock'N'Roll Star. Standing Still sounds like the Strokes in a Velvet Goldmine and makes you wonder why Leduke and his pals didn't just do 10 covers of Suffragette City and cut out the boring matter of writing original songs. But then we wouldn't have got Saturday's Child, three minutes of wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am so thrillingly derivative you really don't care who owns the copyright. Plus – didn't we say? – Leduke is only 18, he wrote these songs when he was about 12, and has already disowned this stuff, with plans to create something far less mired in the past. So, you know, watch this space then rip this joint, or something.

The buzz: "A wonderful record of filth, fury and teen exuberance."

The truth: If you like this kind of slash'n'burn, these generation terrorists will be a design for life, the holy bible, gold against the soul, and other Manics references.

Most likely to: Rage against the machine.

Least likely to: Pander to the man.

What to buy: The single Standing Still is out now on Geffen. Drama Junkie Queen is released on 20 July.